Fly, fly, fly, the birds come back,
where they belong in the spring,
Whistle, Whistle, Whistle
They are whistling crazily,
Before long they will soon leave their home,
The birds flying in the summer giving joy to nature,
Fall, fall, fall,
It his finally come to where the birds
Are getting ready to leave,
Cry, cry,cry
The birds finally have to leave in the winter,
Our friends will migrate,
We watch as the cloud of birds fly away,
Good-bye to our bird friends.
By Calise